Tempting Perfection

“Most definitely,” Garrick agreed.

Men. Picking up the little postcard, I said, “By the way, they announced it much better than we did—all three times.”

Everyone laughed, remembering our ridiculous announcements.

This was the life.

Chapter Forty-Six

Kurt

Sawyer was a little more than eight months pregnant. In a month, I would be a dad. Holy fuck. Sawyer was ready to have Dylan. Beyond done. She had a precious waddle, though I’d never admit she did. Hell, I valued my life.

From the hallway, I heard music coming from our apartment. I paused, trying to make it out. What the fuck? Quietly, I opened the door to see Sawyer in the middle of the living room, dancing to “Baby Momma” by Starrkeisha. She was getting low as she moved her hips to lyrics about trying to pay her rent. The only reason I knew this, was because Sawyer made me watch it the previous week when she found it on the internet.

It was quite the scene: Sawyer in a sports bra and shorts and her stomach showing as she danced around. I walked up behind her and started dancing. She turned around and began to grind all over me.

“Hey, baby daddy.”

“Hey, sexy momma.”

Her hips moved against mine, and my cock hardened. My hands roamed around her body. From the back, you’d never know Sawyer was pregnant. I fucking loved her body. “Have a seat, Mr. Rockstar.”

She pushed me onto the couch and kept on dancing. On the next chorus, she slid her shorts down her legs. I unzipped my pants, freed my dick, and stroked it. The hunger in Sawyer’s eyes intensified. Yeah, my girl liked me buried inside her.

As the song ended, she took off her sports bra. “Did you have something in mind?”

“Touch yourself.”

Her hand went to her pussy, and her head dropped back in a moan. I stroked harder. Roughly, I commanded, “Come sit on my cock.”

Sawyer bit her lip and hummed. “With pleasure.”

With a little help, Sawyer straddled me, and I put my fingers against her. “Mmm, you are wet.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to get home and fuck me properly.”

I grabbed her hips, and she put her hand on my cock, guiding it into her slick entrance. No place on earth was as wonderful as being inside her. “Don’t hurt yourself, baby. Are you ready?”

Normally, I liked to give Sawyer an orgasm or two to make sure she was ready for me. But, hell, seeing her move like that—I needed inside her now.

“Yes.”

Ever so slowly, she slid down on me. “That’s it, baby.”

“So good.”

And that would never change.

Chapter Forty-Seven

Sawyer

I was at Knoah’s place, hanging out with George. The last items on the punch list were supposed to be completed, and I would sign off on it today. In two days, we would be moving in, which put us only three days past the target date. That had been our fault due to a couple of last-minute changes we’d made to the studio and movie room.

Two days and we would be in our home. Everything was ready to go. All the boxes were labeled, diagrams of where the furniture was to go had been drawn. If all went according to plan, the next forty-eight hours would be smooth sailing.

Knoah was sleepy. Her morning sickness had been terrible. Thank goodness I really didn’t experience it. Other than that, it was fun being pregnant together.